This is more of a back-story. A how-we-got-to-be-here story. My recent Skinny-Dipping-In-Digi posts were also given a little assistance by Himself (who has appeared on here more than once). As backroom boys rarely get an honourable mention, without more ado, let me present ...
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"You want me to do what?"
"It won't take long", I said pleadingly. "I'd be very grateful if you'd road-test my instructions for the template." Himself looked at me carefully, weighing me up.
"I'll make a meal", I proffered. The nose wrinkled ever so slightly: I clearly needed to up the stakes. "OK, and I'll do the ironing." That tipped the balance.
"I don't do Photoshop." Himself observed, surveying the screen and taking off his glasses to peer at the pdf.
"I know", I reminded him, sensing a hesitation and thinking fast. "That's what makes you such a great subject for spotting the gaps and errors," I said, digging a trap of flattery and holding my breath.
"Indeed", he said, though I wasn't sure whether he'd fallen in or seen it coming and taken a strategic detour. "Off you go!" he admonished. "I'll let you know if there are any glitches."
"You will be very careful with that glass of wine and my keyboard?", I asked, trying to sound stern. "Otherwise, it'll be a very expensive replacement. I'll want an Airbook. Top of the range." He wasn't fooled. We both know that top-of-the-range anything is out of the question.
And he was very helpful. There were a few loopholes. (Mind you, watching his process afforded illumination into the way Himself and instructions rub along together, and account for a couple of the Ikea furniture-erecting problems of late). But credit where it is due: this is his version of the template which I proudly and appreciatively present to you, and without which last week's posts would not have seen the light of day ...
The meal and the wine are long gone; alas, not so the ironing ... But as I went past with the first armful to the airing cupboard, a voice called to me. From my computer. And it said: "Just how do you drop in a gradient fill?".
So, inbetween dashing away with the smoothing iron, I'll be popping in to read the rest of the stories at Sian's wonderful Story-telling Sunday, over at From High in the Sky. Come and see ... you don't really want to watch yet another Bank Holiday re-run of James Bond, do you!